The Discipline Expo



Part One: Naughty from the Start

“Thanks for driving me in today,” Jenni said to her mother as the school building came into view. Across from her, in the driver’s seat, sat a diminutive woman who looked only a few years older than her teenage daughter. Both sported the same dark brunette curls, the same petite frame, and the same burden of excessive curves that caused their respective outfits to bulge. Of course, Jenni had noticed a few other similarities. For example, her mother’s skirt was just about as short as hers, and a quick, but accidental glimpse of glistening wet pink folds, told Jenni she wasn’t the only one going commando.

Jenni’s mother smiled. “Of course sweetheart.” She turned the wheel and accelerated. “I’m sorry that I have to drop you off a bit early, but I’ve got a contract job this morning.”

Jenni nodded. She’d noticed that her mother had done her makeup a little heavier than usual. “It’s not a problem,” she assured her mother. The car whizzed past the student parking lot, but instead of pulling into the entrance drive that led to the front of the school, the car kept going toward the teacher’s parking in the back.

“Uh, Mom?” Jenni asked in bewilderment. Her mother smiled knowingly and turned into the faculty lot. Some, but not all, of the spots were already filled and Jenni spotted several familiar vehicles. One in particular stood out, mostly because there was a man standing there. He wore a dark blue blazer with matching trousers, and a white button up shirt. Normally, he’d have also been wearing a tie, but today he was without, looking more relaxed. Jenni swallowed nervously as her mother pulled directly up in front of the man.

“Here we are,” Jenni’s mother said as she pulled a red folder out from between the seats, opened it, and Jenni saw there were two papers inside. Katie grabbed one and handed it over. “Give this to the principal.”

“Mother?”

Katie smiled. “Have a good day, sweetheart. I’ll see you later.”

The door popped open and Jenni jerked as the principal stooped down to look into the vehicle. He reached down and plucked the paper out of Jenni’s hands before she even had a chance to read it. 

“Thank you for bringing her. I appreciate you signing the release form.”

The woman behind the wheel let out a little shrug. “What’s another one?” She said offhandedly. 

“Come along,” he said, backing up and giving Jenni the space and opportunity to climb out. “We don’t have much time.”

She bit her lip as her mother made a shooing motion and Jenni emerged from the sedan. She was dressed in a blue plaid skirt, which had started off its life as being part of a fully compliant school uniform. However, Jenni had hemmed it herself, raising the bottom edge of the skirt a full ten inches above its original length. Now it barely covered her bottom, leaving the cream colored flesh of her upper thighs quite exposed, and under the right circumstances in exactly the same situation as her mother had been in a few minutes before. Her white, button down blouse wasn’t quite to spec either. Rather than the normal issue, Jenni had replaced it with a shirt similarly cut, but with much lighter material. Much, much lighter. The tips of her breasts weren’t just causing two hard bumps, easily visible, but there was little doubt that the principal could actually see the pink tips, right through the cloth.

She’d been expecting to go straight to In School Suspension that morning and Ms. Temis would have appreciated the daringness of the outfit. Or at least she would have immediately chastised Jenni for violating the school uniform code. And it would have counted as two violations. At least until Ms. Temis had discovered that Jenni wasn’t wearing panties or a bra either. She hadn’t expected to be greeted by the principal. He eyed her outfit, his eyebrow arching up as he examined her in the morning sunlight.

“Starting off the day with multiple violations I see,” he said ruefully. He shut the car door behind Jenni and her mother pulled away. She watched her go, then licked her lips as the principal quickly scanned the document he had taken from her, then folded it with a pleased nod. He tucked it into his coat pocket. “Well, at least your shoes and socks are to standard,” he muttered. “Very well. As it is, your attire will not affect the outcome of today’s field trip. Get in the car,” he ordered.

Jenni blinked. “Field trip?” She asked curiously.

He nodded, then took her elbow and led her to the passenger door. He popped it open and helped her into the seat, glancing down as her skirt slid even higher upward, revealing the perfectly shaved slit. Jenni looked up at him with a grin, half hoping he’d slip a finger inside her, but instead he shut the door. She hurriedly buckled up as he came around to the driver’s side and got in.

“Where are we going, sir?” She asked as he turned on the car and pulled out of the faculty lot.  

“Discipline Expo,” he replied. 

She blinked, unsure of what that meant. Then she spotted him glancing down at her lap. A small smile crept across her face. She might have dressed for Ms. Temis, who was running In School Suspension, but that didn’t mean the principal couldn’t appreciate her attire, or punish her properly for her lack of decorum. Slowly, she let her knees separate and even, just a smidge, pulled the material of her skirt higher. Still, he didn’t say anything about the obvious lubrication of her pussy, or even her lack of panties. She frowned, wanting him to put his hand down in her lap, and she tugged the skirt up a bit more.

But he didn’t touch her. Slowly she slipped her hands between her legs, her fingertip gently stroking the petals of her sex. She felt the wetness, collecting it and smearing it upward until it coated her clitoris. Within minutes she was struggling not to groan, her knees spread wide apart. The principal looked over at her, rolled his eyes, and then reached behind the seat, pulling a bag forward.

“Look in there,” he ordered.

Jenni pulled her hand away from her slit and opened the bag. Immediately she spotted the two sets of leather bondage cuffs, but beneath them was a long, thick, pink vibrator. She looked up at him.

“Since you can’t seem to control yourself, take the toy, push it in fully, and hold it in place.”

Jenni pulled the vibrator out. “Hold it in place?” She asked carefully.

He nodded, taking another turn. “Indeed. No thrusting. You may tighten around it, but no in and out movement.” 

Jenni bit her lip and set the bag down by her feet. She pressed the tapered tip of the toy against her slit and slid it in slowly. As expected, she tightened around it and when it was deep, she turned it on. The vibrations started up instantly, a deep seated buzzing that made her gasp. Her hand moved involuntarily, pumping the phallus and only the glare of the principal made her stop.

“Did I give you permission to turn it on?” He demanded.

She glanced up. “No sir,” she blurted out. Her finger found the switch on the bottom and pressed it a second time. The rumbling went silent.

“Did I give you permission to turn it off?” He asked. 

“But…” she stammered.

“The audacity,” he said with a shake of his head. “Turn the vibrator on.”

She licked her lips and pressed the button. Again, her sex tightened around the toy. 

“You will refrain from pumping. You will not turn off the vibrator. And you will not cum.”

The little schoolgirl gulped. “Um… sir. I’m not sure I can hold…”

“You will not cum,” he repeated, interrupting her. “Failure to comply will result in another violation of the school rules.” He glanced over at her quickly. “Along with the disturbingly large number of demerits you’ve already managed to acquire.”

“Oh,” she said simply, trying not to smile. Another violation. She managed to hold still for almost a minute. But then the impulse was too strong. Slowly, she began to move the vibrator out of her sex, then before it came out, she pushed it back in. She closed her eyes, struggling to hold herself in check, but it was impossible. She felt her chest rise as her breathing increased and then suddenly it was too much, the buzzing oscillations in her sex, the thrill of vehicles driving past them looking in to see her exposed sex, her skirt rolled up high, her pussy stuffed with a bright pink vibrator. She tightened around the toy, groaning passionately, and obviously, as the orgasm surged through her.

He didn’t say anything and by the time they pulled into the parking lot of the convention center, she was well on her way toward a second climax. He reached down, grabbing her hand, and she froze. She let go of the vibe, staring up at him breathlessly as he took hold of the base. He gave her three solid, firm pumps, then drew the toy out of her slit, shutting it off. 

“Ohhh,” she moaned in absolute disappointment. 

“You,” he said warningly, “are incorrigible.” He held up the now silent vibrator. “Now clean this.”

She nodded. “Yes sir.” She opened her mouth and without a word, began sucking on the solid plastic rod. The tangy flavor of her own juices filled her mouth, but he pulled it away after a moment, only to drop it into the bag with the bondage cuffs. 

“Let’s go.” 

He climbed out of the car and came around to her side, opening the door. Her skirt was still hiked up around her waist, her shaven and freshly soaked sex in full view, the soft, pink, moist petals glistening with further anticipation. Jenni took his offered hand and climbed from the car, swiftly sweeping her skirt back down so that she wasn’t exposed in public. It was one thing to show the principal her cute little slit in the sheltered privacy of his sedan. It was another to flash her goods to everyone in the area. 

And there were plenty. She glanced around as he closed the door. There were couples everywhere, if you could call them that. The majority were male-female pairings, but there were quite a few female-female couples as well. And the word couples wasn’t quite right, Jenni admitted to herself. In each pair there appeared to be a dominant and a submissive. And sometimes the age differences, like her and the principal, were somewhat extreme. Some of the outfits she was seeing were a bit risqué as well. In fact, there were some that were downright indecent. Still, school uniforms seemed to be in vogue so she didn’t feel too out of place. In fact, her outfit was one of the more modest versions she saw. 

“For the record,” he said as he began leading her toward the building. “You have earned seven punishments.” 

She blinked in surprise. “Seven?”

He nodded as they stepped past a sign directing vendors to park in the rear, getting into a line. Ahead of Jenni stood a young woman, only a few years older, dressed in what looked like a thin and transparent black robe, leather bondage cuffs on her wrists and ankles, a matching collar around her throat, and black high heeled sandals. It was clear that the woman, much like Jenni, wasn’t wearing any panties and Jenni couldn’t help smiling, wondering if there were rules about wearing underwear at the convention. 

“Yes,” he said. “Seven. One for the shortness of your skirt. Another for not wearing a school issued blouse. You have earned a third violation for not wearing a bra, which I can plainly see since your breasts are showing through the shirt. The fourth is for not wearing panties, which are required.”

She nodded. Another girl, again standing with an older man, wore a red plaid mini skirt just like Jenni’s. However, instead of a typical blouse, she was wearing a white crop top that practically seemed painted on her skin and was even more transparent than Jenni’s shirt. She could see the barbell piercings on each nipple. 

“What about the fifth and sixth?” She asked curiously. 

“Violations for turning on the vibrator, and another for turning it off, both without permission.” 

She gulped. That was a lot of punishment. “And the seventh was for cumming?”

He nodded. “For unauthorized orgasm. You are not to cum today. Do you understand?” He sighed. “I was intending on delivering any punishments you had earned at the end of the convention. But I wasn’t expecting to start the event with quite so many demerits on your part. So we will have to begin the sensitization process immediately, and then begin the punishments. And I might add that any additional unauthorized orgasms you have, whether from stimulation or punishment, will be handled immediately with swift and severe consequences."

She blinked. “Am I going to be punished here?” She asked, looking at the line and entrance.

“Seven violations is one hundred and forty strokes. I’ll spread it out in the typical areas, but you’ll be quite sore going home today.” He paused meaningfully. “Especially if you ‘accidentally’ have more orgasms.”

“Me, sir?” She asked innocently. He didn’t see the wicked smile on her face. He heard it in her voice.

“Yes. You.” 

They stepped up to the registration desk and the principal handed over his ID. The man at the table nodded, compared it to a list, and then passed over a name badge on a lanyard.

“Here you are, sir,” he said, only to eye Jenni. “That one is a little young, isn’t she?” He asked with a touch of concern.

The principal frowned. “Here is a release signed by her mother,” he said simply, pulling the document he’d received earlier out of his suit coat. He handed it over and the man at the desk read it carefully. “Huh. Similar name,” he muttered, then shrugged. “Okay. Fine,” he muttered. “But I sure wouldn’t subject my daughter to something like this.” He shook his head and handed over a collar. “Here’s her tag.”

The principal accepted it and to Jenni’s surprise, turned to her and began placing it around her neck.

“A collar?” She asked as he moved her hair and tightened the leather. 

“If we get separated, they can scan it and know who you are and who you belong to.”

She blinked as she felt the buckle lock. “Can’t I just tell them who I am? And what school I go to?”

“What if you are gagged?” He asked, pulling his hands away. “Granted, it does clash with the uniform, but we’ll deal with that in a bit.”

“The shoes,” the man at the desk said, pointing at Jenni’s black platforms. “High heels or barefoot,” he said simply.

The principal snapped his fingers. “I forgot,” he admitted to the man at the desk. He turned and looked at her. “Take off your shoes or socks please.”

“I have to walk around barefoot?” She asked incredulously. 

The principal nodded, “The floor of the convention is carpeted, so it won’t be a problem.”

“There are heels for sale if your master wants you to have shoes,” said the man behind the desk. She blinked and looked up at the principal. 

“High heels?”

“Take off your shoes,” the principal repeated, just a little more sternly. 

She glanced around. There wasn’t exactly a place to sit, and even if there had been, it would have allowed the other convention goers to see right up her skirt. She reached out a hand and braced herself on the desk, lifting a foot, and began untying the shoe. Both men watched and she managed to get her footwear and socks off after a few unsteady moments, flashing the pink slit between her legs more than a few times. The principal collected the items and placed them in his bag.

The man at the desk nodded. “Looks good. You can head in. Have a good time.” He pointed toward the entrance.

The principal took Jenni’s arm and guided her toward the doorway. He lifted his pass, scanning the code on it and the automatic doors opened. There was a blast of warm air as he pulled her through, but that wasn’t the only thing that seemed to hit Jenni with a physical force.

There was noise too. And not just any kinds of noise. There was the hum of people talking of course, but scattered throughout the conversational buzz there was a complex mosaic of moans, whimpers, gasps, cries, wails, and the occasional shriek. The entire huge room actually sounded a lot like In School Suspension, when Ms. Temis was “punishing” multiple students. Jenni actually stopped, somewhat shocked, until she felt the principal’s pull. For a moment she was overwhelmed. Flashes of colors, bright lights, and exotic scents stimulated her senses, but then her eyes locked onto a single, tall beacon looming over the entire convention floor. 

Two tall masts, each about twenty feet high, had been erected somewhere in the warren of booths. Colored lights decorated each pylon, but what drew Jenni’s widening eyes was the woman suspended, in an inverted position, between them, arms and legs bound and pulled wide apart. The fact that she was naked, her skin covered in so much oil that it gleamed, only emphasized the truly desperate predicament she was in. She was writhing too, trembling and shaking as her long, brunette hair dangled beneath her. The woman’s back was to her, but from the way her hips were twitching, she had to be stuffed with some sort of vibrating toy. A light seemed to flash at the apex of her sex.

“Oh my,” Jenni whispered, gulping with amazement. Then she felt the sudden rush of arousal, her puss tightening. She rolled her hips involuntarily, but it was a motion the principal noticed, looking down at her with a smile. 

“Don’t worry,” he said politely. “You’ll get to see everything,” he said.

“Including that?” Jenni asked quietly, gesturing at the double pylons. The principal laughed. 

“Especially that,” he assured her. 

Jenni nodded, still a little stunned, but she didn’t want to admit to the man next to her that she wouldn’t mind being put in such a position. Not in the least.

“Come,” the principal said. “Let’s explore.” He led her toward one of the nearest rows. 

The first booth sported a logo across the back wall, while beneath stood four different models of chair. Jenni’s eyes widened as she realized each was designed to restrain the individual sitting in them, and when she spotted the various sexual probes, some even built into the designs, she shuddered. A man dressed in a suit coat and trousers was talking passionately with another convention goer who stood listening intently, while next to him, on all fours, was a girl wearing absolutely nothing. Well, almost nothing. Her neck sported the same kind of collar that was around Jenni’s throat, an attached leash going from the encircled leather to her master’s hand. Her wrists and ankles sported leather bondage cuffs, and a huge, upright, furry tail stuck up out of her ass. 

“Yes sir, it’s absolutely safe to restrain your subject for extended periods of time, though we don’t recommend leaving them alone,” the salesman was saying. The man nodded and suddenly the pet girl spotted Jenni and turned. She grinned and without a word, surged forward toward Jenni with a happy bark.

“Oh!” Jenni gasped as the naked girl with the tail bumped into her legs. Everyone turned to look and the man holding the leash smiled. 

“You can pet Leah if you like. She won’t bite.”

“Her name is Leah?” Jenni asked. The girl on her knees nodded emphatically, still grinning with a silly expression. Jenni held out a hand and Leah sniffed it, then once more butted her head up against Jenni’s thighs.

“Yes it is. I think she likes you.” 

Jenni laughed and stroked Leah’s short blonde hair. The pet girl nuzzled her and then, much to Jenni’s shock, pushed her face higher. The uniform skirt which Jenni had hemmed too short, lifted and suddenly Leah’s tongue slid across Jenni’s clitoris.

“Oh!” She exclaimed, backing away. Leah looked sad, blinking her huge brown eyes, her tongue still hanging out. Then the principal put his hands on Jenni’s arms. 

“Now, now. It’s appropriate to let pets get to know you. Spread your legs and hold still.”

Leah’s mouth curled up and a second later, as both men watched with appreciation, Leah once more surged forward, her head pressing up against Jenni’s legs. The principal kept hold of one arm, but then reached down and tapped Jenni’s left hip. “Lift your leg up,” he ordered.

Jenni did, knowing that this would raise her skirt even higher and she felt the principal’s hand curl around behind her knee, helping to hold her in place. But then Leah’s tongue was digging into Jenni’s pussy and waves of acute pleasure slid through her.

“You know,” the salesman said with appreciation. “Any of my restraint chairs could serve as a proper platform to hold that young slut in place for a proper pussy licking. This one over here, the Model 4, utilizes an anal plug to hold the subject in place, while the leg restraint arms are able to be rotated until the subject is vulnerable and open to all sorts of stimulation or punishment.” 

Jenni let out a moan, closing her eyes as Leah continued to lap hungrily at her tiny sweet nub. The principal and the man holding the leash seemed to ignore the salesman, watching the pet girl and little schoolgirl. The salesman let out a frustrated sigh and crossed his arms.

Just when Jenni was on the cusp of cumming, the principal dropped her extended leg and pulled her back. She let out a groan of desperation as Leah’s face appeared, wet from mouth to chin, eyes still bright. 

“I’m sorry, but we just got here and she’s been told not to orgasm,” the principal explained. The man holding the leash laughed.

“Really? Are you sure you want my pet to stop?” The principal just smiled. The man nodded. “Of course. I completely understand. I appreciate your tolerance for my pet. She just can’t get enough pussy.” He pulled slightly on her leash, tugging her back toward him. “Sometimes she’s so naughty that she has to be punished too.”

Leah closed her eyes and Jenni, who was still panting from the surge of unrequited lust running through her veins, noticed the flinch. 

“Most of these cumsluts require frequent punishment,” the principal agreed.

The salesman butted in. “Then the best option is the Model 2! Perfectly designed to stretch out your subject in any position, enabling you to take a whip or paddle to any portion of their…”

“Come along,” the principal said to Jenni, pulling her away from the booth and droning salesman. Jenni gave Leah a last look as they moved down the aisle. The next booth sold similar products to the first, except this one sported a girl who was already mounted in one restraint chair, legs spread wide, her naked body writhing as she chewed on a red rubber ball gag. The salesman idly snapped a leather flogger down at her exposed and vulnerable pussy as he discussed the purchase price of the chair with another convention goer, this one standing next to a young woman in a slinky black dress that had been cut along the back and front, exposing great swaths of her bottom, breasts, and even sex. The principal kept going without stopping.

A shrill cry drew Jenni’s attention and she turned her head toward the sound, looking out across the convention floor. It was coming from the woman who was still bound spread-eagled between the poles, suspended both high above the other booths, inverted. Jenni blinked, seeing that she’d been lowered to about midway, and someone was wielding a leather flogger with overhand strokes, bringing the leather strands down on the woman’s exposed and vulnerable sex. Jenni gulped, eyes wide as she saw the woman’s shoulders ripple, the muscles of her back tensing with each blow. She stumbled a bit behind the principal, still watching as over a dozen strokes were left between the woman’s legs, only for her to be hauled upward again after the beating. Jenni was so distracted, she ran into the principal.

“Pay attention,” he told her warningly, but then he looked closer at the booth they were standing by. The principal maneuvered Jenni in front of him and she gasped as she was confronted with three large panels of rubberized breasts, mounted in rows. Each set of synthetic boobs sported a different set of nipple clamps. The hardware ran the gauntlet from mild tweezers to these convoluted and monstrous looking cages that looked exceedingly painful. But then Jenni realized that two of the display bosoms were real, cutouts in the back display boards allowing those standing in front of the booth to see just the quivering, breathing breasts of the models. One of them was coping with a set of vibrating clamps, while the other was suffering the bite of a pair of clover clamps, both weighted. 

A muted groan from the front of the booth attracted Jenni’s attention and as she moved to get a better view, the salesman stepped slightly back, revealing a third young woman, this one kneeling and sitting over a sybian stimulator. The woman was naked, with her arms bound behind her back, grinding herself passionately on the vibrating rubber base between her legs. But while she was clearly in the throes of passion, both of her nipples were capped with a heavy looking cage like structure. A clamp dangled down from the tip, pinching the woman’s nipple tightly. A screw at the top made it clear that tightening it would pull the nub outward, stretching it and from the look of things, the woman riding the sybian was already suffering the maximum tension. It had to be excruciating!

“Well hello!” Said the salesman, spotting the principal and Jenni. “And what do we have here! A fresh little strumpet in need of appropriate correction? Are we looking for a nice sharp pinch or a deep throbbing pain? I can practically see through that amazing shirt and those two little buds look ripe for some hardware!” He glanced up from Jenni’s somewhat translucent blouse to the principal’s face. “Oh. You look like a man who knows exactly what he wants,” he said in a respectful fashion. 

“I’m looking to try your company’s new ‘Twisters’ clamp set,” replied the principal succinctly. “I’ve read about their effectiveness."

The salesman tapped a finger against his chin. “They are incredibly intense. Women are falling in love with them all over the place. But, if you are trying to cause her discomfort, the Twisters are not terribly effective for the application of…”

The principal held up his hand. “We are in the stimulation phase,” he said simply. The salesman shrugged.

“Well, our goal is to make you happy.” He glanced over at Jenni. “Though I would love to see her face with those adorable tits of hers tightly pinched in a set of clover clamps! Preferably with weights!” He turned and went over to one of the synthetic breasts that looked like it had a set of pasties over each nipple. He peeled them off and quickly brought them back over to the principal. 

“The ‘Twisters’ clamp set. As you can see, they’re a little heavy and cover the areola completely. You pinch the bulb here, which creates a vacuum that sucks up the actual nipple. Then by tapping on this little symbol here you can start the motor.”

The principal took the two weird looking clamps and studied them. He looked at the backside and Jenni rose up on tiptoe to look too. The back of each rubber pasty had a hole, just about the size of her nipple. The principal turned and looked at Jenni.

“Since that specific shirt is not standard issue and is of insufficient thickness, you will remove it immediately,” he said. 

Her curiosity outweighed the fact that she was standing in a crowded convention hall, surrounded by people. She reached up and began unbuttoning her blouse. Bit by bit she exposed her chest, until both of her sweet, fresh breasts hung in front of everyone’s eyes. She pulled the shirt completely open, letting the white gauze-like material hang from her shoulders as she thrust her chest forward.

“Magnificent rack,” the salesman said with a complimenting smile. “Rare to see a girl of her petite size with such large, full breasts.” 

“Cup your breasts,” ordered the principal. “Arch your back.”

Jenni did as ordered and the principal placed the first pasty into place. It felt weird, especially as her nipple tightened and slipped into the central indentation. He pinched the top, and the rubber pasty formed a sort of makeshift gasket, sucking onto her skin, tightening. It made her gasp, then groan, the tightness sending a delicious shiver straight down to her soaked slit. He attached the other pasty, the same sensation flowing through her. Finally he tapped the spot the salesman had indicated and an entirely new sensation shot through her breasts.

Her nipples, which felt like they had been lightly gripped between two fingers, suddenly were twisted about five degrees in opposite directions. Her left nipple was rotated to the right, while her right nipple went to the left. Five degrees wasn’t painful, but it created a tingle that shot through her like lightning. It was like someone playing with her breasts, teasing the tips. Worse, the twisting sensation then went the other direction! She let out a squeal, shuddering, her hands squeezing her boobs as her hips jerked involuntarily.

“Oh my God!” Jenni gushed, closing her eyes. 

“Look at that,” the salesman said dramatically. “One of the most intense ways to stimulate a woman’s tits ever invented by man. The best thing? You can leave them on her for quite a while. The battery life is around six hours. To recharge, just peel the pasties off, set them on our induction charger, and after about an hour, you can put them right back on her for another six hours!” 

A few other convention goers gathered around to admire Jenni’s exposed breasts and the pasty clamps clinging to them. She looked at the principal with an almost manic expression, her entire frame twitching. The principal noticed and even turned her around so that her back was to the booth, facing the growing crowd. He slipped her shirt completely off and folded it, tucking it away in his bag as Jenni blushed crimson. 

He bent his head down toward her ear. “I feel like you need another warning about the consequences of cumming,” he said softly.

“I’m… I’m trying,” she gasped, whimpering as her hips twitched dramatically. 

The principal smiled. “Undoubtedly,” he said sarcastically. “Thank you for the demonstration,” the principal told the salesman. “I’ll take them.” 

“I presume you intend for her to wear them for the rest of the event?” 

The principal nodded. 

The salesman grinned and quickly bagged the charging station. “Well, I look forward to hearing about how many orgasms those things cause. I’ve seen girls literally cum from just the stimulation of those little toys, without anything else being done to them.”

Indeed, Jenni’s face made it clear that she was lost in the surging pleasure coming up from the tips of her breasts. Her chest heaved with need and had she not still been cupping her tits, her fingers would have undoubtedly been jammed into her quivering, wanton slit. The salesman handed over the accessories and the principal put them in his bag along with Jenni’s shirt. 

“If you need something a little more excruciating for her later, please come back. I have some of the most agonizing pincer sets available. All made with the finest steel!” 

The salesman then turned to the next nearest man who had come up, a somewhat fearful young girl by his side. She was wearing even less than Jenni, with only a belly dancer’s skirt tied around her waist. Of course, it left her pussy completely exposed. Jenni blinked in astonishment when a series of green and yellow flashing lights blinked at the girl’s nipples and clit. Evidently the lights were held on by several small clamps. 

“Come along,” the principal said, pulling Jenni out of the center of attention. She took a few steps, then looked up at him.

“May I have my shirt back?” She asked with a whimper, her nipples still twisting back and forth, hidden beneath the rubber pasties.

“Hardly,” he snorted. “It’s not an officially sanctioned part of the uniform. If you happen to have a real school blouse, you may put that on.”

A flicker of desperation crossed her face. “Sir? I don’t think… I don’t think I’m going to be able to hold off.” In fact, her hips were jerking even more fervently. She put one hand between her legs, pressing on her pussy, as if that was going to help prevent the oncoming freight train barreling toward her.

“So, they really can push a woman over the edge, even without other stimulation,” he said with a tone of satisfaction. But then he smiled. “It is your responsibility to control yourself. Per school policy, I have every right to subject you to stimulation on any body part I intend on inflicting punishment for your infractions. And since you already have seven infractions, and there are only five approved punishment areas, your breasts will be receiving two sets of strokes.”

She gulped. “But what if I cum from having these on?” 

“Then you’ll be immediately punished for that lack of control. And I can assure you that I won’t be whipping your thighs, or the bottoms of your feet, for that egregious violation.” 

Jenni whimpered. He took her hand and began leading her down the row of booths. She was highly distracted and every step just made her pussy wetter. Worse, the various booths they passed each held some intensely sexual display or tableau that only aroused her more. 

One booth sold nothing but dildoes and there was a long, narrow plank set along the length of the space, with almost a dozen differently sized phalli mounted on it. None of them were small, and a few of them looked like they might be motorized, or even electrified. A line of girls stood at one end, each waiting their turn as one beautiful girl, just a year or two older than Jenni, was half-way along, her legs bent, hands bound behind her back. Slowly, she impaled herself on one of the metal cocks with a grimace, legs bent, on tiptoe in a pair of white high heeled sandals. As she sank down she let out an agonized yelp, wincing with pain. Jenni realized it was a gauntlet, that the girl had already fucked the line of dildoes behind her, and still had half a dozen more to endure. Jenni couldn’t help feeling jealous, desperately wanting something in her sex. 

But once again, as Jenni followed the principal down the row, she caught sight of the poor woman bound inverted between the two tall posts. Slowly she was lowered down, not quite disappearing from sight, but to a point where the flicking strands of the leather flogger could once again snap viciously between her legs. Her shrill yelps as each stroke landed made it clear that it stung, but from the way her hips twisted, it was very sexual as well. Jenni slipped a hand downward, pulling her skirt up just a quarter inch to press her fingers against her slit. It wasn’t just her nipples quivering. She could feel her sex pulse with need. As the woman was hauled upward again, the last blow of the flogger leaving a red welt along her buttock, she was once again positioned above the expo.